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A disturbing day  [message #42948] Wed, 13 June 2007 08:51 Go to next message
timmy

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Yesterday, en route to the hospital, I went to my mother's house. It's an ugly house, suburban London commuterville, and exceptionally bland. It was designed by my godfather, and was the first house he ever designed. I was raised in that house, though it never felt like home.

Yesterday I saw another reason why it was not a home.

I tried to find something, anything, personal to take to the hospital to make her stay there more bearable.

The house has no personal things in it at all. Very few clothes, even. Almost no books, no mementos, nothing that shows that anyone actually lives there. The only ornaments are those we have given her over the years, and we think they are only on display because it would be embarrassing if not.

The garden is neat and tidy, but, when a plant starts to look beautiful she orders the gardener to chop it back. It's plain, and bland, and devoid of personality.

I came out feeling very sad. I visited her in hospital. yes, she is improving, and has decided to live, but it will be a long haul yet. After the visit I walked slowly to my car, feeling like sobbing my heart out.

The house is symptomatic of the sterile environment I was raised in. Everything about my childhood and teenage years was sterile. I'm not sure it was their fault, exactly, but it was, is, strange. It just feels so wrong, somehow. Such an odd way to raise a child.

I had no room of my own. I don't mean I had no privacy, though a closed door was always investigated, especially when I had a friend round to play. I mean that there were three bedrooms. Theirs and two others. I moved like a gypsy from one to the other as aunts came to stay. One preferred the back and the other the front room. I had no priority at all.

You notice I have never said "my mum". She was known as "Mother". "Mum" was a common word, and one she refused to use to her own mother. I never had a mum and dad. I had a mother, and a father. Or I did as soon as calling them "mummy and daddy" seemed too babyish.

Talking to my cousin in the phone he reminded me that they also used unusual words for things. A "willy" was a "whistle". Odd, that. You blow a whistle. We were never so common as to do a poo, or a number 2 (I do hate that one), we "did a motion" after the phrase "bowel movement". We were a prissy family. And that always made me feel the odd one out. I had to learn the real words for things in order not to be thought to be weird at school.

This all flooded back yesterday as I walked to the car and drove home, and made me feel low. I can see very clearly now why I fell into obsessive love with John. He was make believe, except that he was real too. The world I created was one of blissful love, and it was a wonderful, yet horrible escape from the sterility of my upbringing. I so wanted him to take me away from it all and make me know I was loved.

Today I have to work out how to modify her house so she can live in it when she gets out. I was thinking of pink, fluffy wallpaper.



Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
Re: A disturbing day  [message #42950 is a reply to message #42948] Wed, 13 June 2007 13:38 Go to previous messageGo to next message
Josh is currently offline  Josh

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That is so sad, Timmy. I'm sorry you had a bad day yesterday. You deserve a cookie^_^ I'll make you whichever kind you want^^ *hands flowers*^_^

Cheer up^^ *hugs* I hope you feel better soon.^^

~Josh~



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~Josh~
Re: A disturbing day  [message #42951 is a reply to message #42950] Wed, 13 June 2007 14:07 Go to previous messageGo to next message
timmy

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Flowers is better than a cookie. Thank you ~hugs you~



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Re: A disturbing day  [message #42955 is a reply to message #42948] Wed, 13 June 2007 18:20 Go to previous messageGo to next message
Jedediah is currently offline  Jedediah

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Ohmigod! timmy, you grew up in my house! Or, a mirror image of it anyway.

My father was an abusive drunk and my mother tried to hold it together by keeping up appearances. To this day, she still puts on 'good' clothes and does her face before walking one block up to the main street.

I didn't even have a bedroom, i slept in the lounge and my bed and everything else had to be hidden away in a cupboard every morning.

Our "home" and gardens were always clean and sterile, bland and lifeless. That's probably why i was always attracted to homes that were messy and full of kids and life!

Our parents did what they could with what they had. All we can do is to recognise their problems and try to do better.

Pleased to hear that your mum's doing better.

cheers



E Te Atua tukuna mai ki au te Mauri tauki te tango i nga mea
Re: A disturbing day  [message #42958 is a reply to message #42951] Wed, 13 June 2007 19:35 Go to previous messageGo to next message
Josh is currently offline  Josh

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you're welcome^_^ *hugs you back^^*

~Josh~



21.

Love who you want to.

~Josh~
Re: A disturbing day  [message #42965 is a reply to message #42955] Wed, 13 June 2007 22:07 Go to previous messageGo to next message
timmy

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Similar and yet different. My father was a rabid teetoaller. I kind of wonder what happened to him when he was younger to make him so anti.

But the sterility, that is just "impressive"



Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
Re: A disturbing day  [message #42967 is a reply to message #42948] Wed, 13 June 2007 23:00 Go to previous messageGo to next message
kupuna is currently offline  kupuna

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Timmy,

I recognize your sorrow and sadness, and when the signs are inevitable, that your mother's life is approaching its final stages, which may take weeks or years, there is an increased feeling of grief and loss over the love that was never there.

I took me years to overcome these feelings of deep sadness after my mother passed away, and I still wonder what it had become of me if I hadn't had good friends doing the job my mother never did, telling me that I'm loved.

You are a good person, Timmy, and you do good things to many people. I hand you flowers, too.
Re: A disturbing day  [message #42968 is a reply to message #42967] Wed, 13 June 2007 23:08 Go to previous message
timmy

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Oh the love was there. It is just "love, jim, but not as we know it" I think.

Thank you for the flowers.



Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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